Griffon Magic

Submitted by Kay J Fields on Fri, 03/27/2009 - 20:36

While I sleep
A sound comes
Whispering through my windows
Into my dreams
I wake and creep out
Into the fresh wet grass
I search through the trees
As the noise comes again
I follow until I find
A beast
Like a lion like an eagle sleeps
Each huge breath shakes
The earth beneath my feet
Two small faces appear
Lion faces
Eagle faces
Baby faces
The beast awakes
She watches me
I sit and watch her
She turns to the two
Her golden beak parts she purrs
She lifts her wings
I watch as silent as a shadow
Her cubs roll over one another
In infant play
They stop
She looks at me, settles to the ground
She growls
I stand and move away
She’s telling me it’s over
This night of fantasy
Back in my bed
My eyes close
I’ve seen them
And I Believe

Author's age when written
13
Genre

Comments

My gryphon friend Fireheart really appreciates this poem. I do too. :)
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Chaos.
Panic.
Disorder.
My work here is done.

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

Magical... remeniscent of my own night journeys : )
Good Job!

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Words are at their highest when they are used as a window through which we can see God.
~ Paul David Tripp

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Brother: Your character should drive a motorcycle.
Me: He can't. He's in the wilderness.
Brother: Then make it a four-wheel-drive motorcycle!

Oh wow I like this. It's really mystical. I especially like "She's telling me it's over This night of fantasy" I don't know why, I just do. Great job, Kay, and welcome to Apricot Pie!

"The meek tyrannosaurus, victim of an innocent misunderstanding, tears like heck across the prehistoric valley." - Calvin and Hobbes

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya